yesterday is yesterday
My painting over time leaves a wake of scattered tokens.
Work done under a different sky.
They have a similar effect as a photo of myself 20yrs ago.
This picture is 'Cafe' and the couple stare at me from yesterday.
I think its me in the cafe - yesterday.
Today is today, not yesterday.
I work under a different sky.
Where I am today is where I am to work,
Much older I see differently and must paint differently
It is foolish to wear a young mans clothes
Agnes Martin spoke about circling not repeating,
reminding me to be myself, yesterday and today.
Under a different sky.
I am invited to relish this day and the wonder of it.
While yesterday left me a token of the past,
I must strike a new coin for today.